SWNOVELS Chapter 464
Dexter stood defeated in the pouring rain, his heart torn between duty and love.
"Really, Dexter? You'd rather express your love to a mannequin than keep your promises to me?" Melody's voice was breaking, her words slicing through the stormy air like shards of ice.
It was evident that he was struggling, caught in a whirlwind of his own making.
On one hand, he was bound by a so-called debt of gratitude, constantly showing leniency towards Melody. On the other, he was haunted by his declaration of regret that his true love was Phoebe Caldwell.
Human emotions are a labyrinth, ever-changing and beyond definitive judgment. Time and circumstances shift, and so do the hearts of men. "You'll regret this..." Through the rain, Hannah's voice quivered as she tightly clenched her fingers, her gaze forlorn as she looked towards Colin. Colin remained silent, his arms wrapping around me in a protective embrace.
As Dexter opened the car door, allowing Hannah to get in, her eyes lingered on Colin. It was clear, even to an outsider, that Hannah harbored an unspoken affection for Colin.
And yet, despite her feelings for Colin, she seemed intent on taking me away... What was she truly after?
"Let's go home, Phoebe," Colin said, his hand firmly in mine as we started our walk back.
"Only those worthy can join the organization. I'm just the madman who proposed the theory they're so interested in," he began to explain without prompting.
"Hannah is Damian's daughter. I've always known... That's why I thought to use her to counterbalance Damian," Colin continued, his eyes meeting mine. "She's on the autism spectrum, but thanks to Damian's treatment and guidance, she's been able to integrate into society, albeit somewhat awkwardly."
"Many children on the spectrum possess extraordinary talents, and for Hannah, it's art," Colin whispered, drying my damp hair with a towel "She can replicate anything she sees, from objects to people to buildings, with incredible accuracy."
"She likes you," I murmured, avoiding the topic of Hannah's talent. "What I really want to know isn't about her artistic skills."
I was more concerned about the
meaning behind Hannah's words
Why she wanted to take me away from Colin and what she meant by her repeated warning of regret.
"Getting too involved is a no-win situation," Colin said, turning off the hairdryer. "I'd do anything for you, even if it means facing death."
Despite the noise of the hairdryer, I
caught every word. I grabbed Colin's hand, silencing the machine. "You infiltrated the organization as a genius, but what's your plan?What are you really up to?"
Colin remained silent, his gaze heavy with unspoken truths.
He wouldn't share his plan with me. A plan that seemingly led to a dead end, where his death was inevitable.
And I, I would be left alone.
Clutching at Colin's shirt, my body trembled. "If you die, how am I supposed to... live?"
Colin wrapped his arms around me, offering a comforting pat on my back. "Phoebe, we can both survive without the other."
"So, you're planning to leave me, aren't you?" I held onto him tighter. "We promised to face everything together..."
"Stop worrying. I'm not going anywhere," Colin reassured me, though his words felt more like a gentle lie meant to soothe rather than the truth.